The Westies: Inside New York's Irish Mob
✍ Scribed by English, T J
- Book ID
- 109980037
- Publisher
- MysteriousPress.com/Open Road
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 1 MB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781453234266
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✦ Synopsis
A chilling true story of murder and betrayal on Manhattan's gritty West Side
It's men like Jimmy Coonan and Mickey Featherstone who gave Hell's Kitchen its name. In the mid-1970s, these two longtime friends take the reins of New York's Irish mob, using brute force to give it hitherto unthinkable power. Jimmy, a charismatic sociopath, is the leader. Mickey, whose memories of Vietnam torture him daily, is his enforcer. Together they make brutality their trademark, butchering bodies or hurling them out the window. Under their reign, Hell's Kitchen becomes a place where death literally rains from the sky. But when Mickey goes down for a murder he didn't commit, he suspects his friend has sold him out. He returns the favor, breaking the underworld's code of silence and testifying against his gang in open court.
From one of the creators of NYPD Blue and Homicide: Life on the Street comes an incredible true story of what it means to survive in the...
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